blondie [muke af]

fourteen

fourteen

Luke had his light blue eyes open first, his body as curled into a ball. Michael wrapped his arm tightly around him. He looked around the room, noticing the dark array of colors in the dark-haired boy's bedroom. He has come accustomed to Michael's terrible decorating skills and dark pallet choice. 

He moved the grey sheets off of his cold body, trying to wiggle his way out of Michael's strong arms. Luke ended up elbowing the older boy in the nose, causing him to groan out in pain. 

"Sorry," he whispered, placing a kiss on Mike's nose. Luke watched as Michael simply rolled over in bed, taking the layers of blankets with him. 

He stood up, finding a pair of boxers and sweatpants. He slid them on his lean body, tightening the strings of the sweats. It always annoyed Michael when Luke would wear Mike's underwear. (Like, "Hey, I got a new—oh, you're wearing them. Okay.")

Luke picked up a hoodie that was hanging on the door knob as he headed out of the master suite. He zipped it tightly as the cold breeze of the New York house met his skin. He hated winter and he hated New York. 

He was counting down the days to his retirement, until he could move somewhere south. 

Luke smiles at the thought of marrying Michael and moving somewhere else - with Cy. Then, he would never have to work another day in his life. That's a beyond pleasant thought to him.

His small feet pad down the long wooden stairs, his eyes following the large frames hung on the wall. Each photo is Michael and Cy (sometimes his parents) in different parts of the world. From Maui, to Juno. From Monaco to Paris. From Prague to Berlin. 

Luke is beyond fascinated at the beautiful scenery. The world is such an alluring place, and it's not fair his little 6'4" body has been stuck in Eastern United States for almost three decades. 

"My favorite place was Paris," a voice said from behind Luke. 

He turned around, coming face to face with Cyril. His dark brown hair was flat on his forehead, his eyes were glassy and red. "I've never been," Luke answered. He moved a little closer to the banister, in case the newly fifteen year old wanted to pass by. 

He didn't. "Michael and I went there last year with our parents. But they were in meetings, so Mike and I just explored."

"That sounds really cool," Luke smiled, "My brothers were never nice to me."

Cy let the corners of his mouth slide up softly, "You should come with us. You seem like the type that's always up for an adventure."

Luke wanted to have a bonding moment with Cy, maybe place his arm over the young boy's shoulder and debate life. But, he didn't. 

Luke figured that that would be odd.

He started walking down a few steps, heading towards the kitchen. "Besides for work, I've never been out of the country."

"That's lame. Aren't you, like, a blogger? Why do you even need to attend those stupid meetings?" Cy followed Luke, his feet only a few steps behind. 

Luke was constantly getting lost in the Cliffords' big house. He went around a corner, ending in the foyer. Continuing down the hallway, he found their dining room. That's supposed to be close to the kitchen, right?

"I run Communications, so that's pretty much blogging," Luke smiled. He let out a proud sigh when he made his way into the spacious kitchen. 

The white cabinets had just been cleaned as they shined from the upper lights. Luke went to the fridge, letting his fingers run over the drawers. Cy sat on the counter, knowing Michael would hate it. "I think Mike really likes you."

Luke kept his back turned to Cy, trying to hide the blush that was rising to his cheeks, "I sure hope so."

The two sat in a silence for a while. The only sound was Luke preparing scrambled eggs in a bright red pan. The sizzling sound was soothing to their ears at the early hours of the morning. Sometimes silence is more calming than awkward. 

Luke took a few plates from the upper cabinet, his fingers just barely grazing over the smooth plate. 

He was proud that he didn't burn their breakfast as he slid it onto their own separate plates. 

"You should just move in with us," Cy said as a navy blue plate was placed in front of him. He was so used to the twenty nine year old being in the house, it was weird when he wasn't. 

Luke chuckles before jumping up next to the brunette, "Maybe one day."

"Can I tell you something?"

Blondie nodded, taking a knife and fork to his breakfast. He chewed a few times before looking over at Cy.

"Michael bought a ring for you."